Angel Wheeler

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  • Freedom

      We have a pet chicken. We call her Freedom.  She wants out of the box in the worst way imaginable. She’s the only one who discovered how to fly to the edge of the box.  Since then we taped up the sides.  She appears to be a Barred Plymouth Rock with a long stripe… Read more

  • Just In: Chicken Fatality Report

    They, whoever they are, say death comes in three’s.  Since I last wrote about my chickens, one more has died, which brings the number of fatalities to 3.  It was the little chick I was worried about before.  The antisocial black one with a little yellow spot on its head who stood in the corner and stared.  She didn’t even get… Read more

  • Signs of Morning

    Morning Time is quickly becoming my favorite time of day. I can easily say this today, on a Sunday. More specifically the Sunday after I’ve had 8 days off of work. Maybe tomorrow morning I won’t feel the same.  Tomorrow.  The dreaded Monday.  More specifically, the first day back to work.  The first day back to work after Spring… Read more

  • Slow as Molasses

    I have officially declared myself unfit as a chicken mama. Someone call CPS. No, not Child Protective Services, ring up Chicken Protective Services. I lost another chicky.  I don’t know the cause of death,  I contribute it to Mother Nature.  Beneath my electrical pole, it is beginning to look something like a chicken cemetery.  Two down, Fifteen… Read more

  • Junior Chicky Little

    The chicks are quite rambunctious today.  Soon they will need a much bigger box. Yesterday, I didn’t tell you my story of death, but today I must tell you that one of them did not make it.  Nature has its way of elimintaing the sick and weak and I did have a sick one.  When… Read more

  • Oh Happy Day

    I received a phone call this morning at 6:40 from the United States Postal Service informing me that I had a package to pick up as soon as possible.  I jumped in the shower, threw on my clothes, and rushed off without a bit of make-up. Yes, my friends, the day has finally arrived.  The day… Read more

  • A Rare Horse; A Rare Friend

    My husband’s horse was born on May 5th.  That’s how he received the name Cinco.  A horse with a sweeter disposition could not be found.  As soon as he saw you, he was lumbering your way to nudge and beg for attention.  My husband sometimes got aggravated with him when trying to work.  “He’s always right in my hip… Read more

  • A Horse Story

    Spring Break has begun for me today.  I have 9 days off and 900 things on my ever-growing to-do list to accomplish.  Number one being pack, move, and unpack.  My husband is super busy, and I can’t wait for him, so tonight I packed most of my kitchen, my china, my plates, my Tupperware, and… Read more

  • A Nest

    Spring is coming.  It’s just around the corner.  As soon as I utter that old cliche’, tomorrow we’ll all probably get snowed thirty feet under.  But I am remaining hopeful about the coming spring.  The tulips and daffodils are poking their green heads out of the earth and birds are building nests. Unfortunately the owner of this particular dwelling… Read more

  • A Cowboy’s Hat

    This morning I stumbled out of bed and stumbled to the kitchen, poured myself a cup of ambition, yawned and stretched and tried to come alive. Not really.  It’s Saturday.  I slept later than usual, I awoke refreshed and feeling great, and meandered to the bathroom. Then I peeked out the window to see if… Read more